Prashant was working on a laptop with a blank face, and Pranali came out of the bathroom after changing her dress. She kept the towel on the chair while staring at her husband doing nothing but punching his fingers on the keyboard, and it was evident from the facial expressions that he was still angry. Sighing, she took steps towards the bed, and sat beside him, her eyes calm but holding hesitation to talk with her short-tempered man regarding Naina's wedding.
"How was your day?" Pranali started the conversation while leaning her head on his shoulder, her fingers crossing over his elbow.
"Good, yours?" Prashant answered normally, his attention focused on the laptop screen.
"It was good, I am planning to join the hospital," Pranali said gently.
"That's nice." He replied to her in a calm tone, browsing through the list of pending emails.
"Hmm, tum laptop band karke mujhse thodi der baat nahi kar sakte?" She complained as it has become Prashant's daily habit to do work after returning home. He doesn't give her time or talk to her like a loving husband. All they communicate about was --> How was their day --> Did Parisha annoy her --> How well Parisha was performing in the school? That's it.
"Kya baat karu? I know you want to talk about Naina, and I am not interested." Prashant said tersely without glancing at his doleful wife.
"Come on, Prashant. You're saying this as if I always talk about Naina, kitne din se main dekh rahi hoon you are always stuck with your laptop. You don't give me time, it feels like sirf main hi tumse sawal puchti hoon." Pranali bellowed at him in resentment for becoming nonchalant in their relationship, and Prashant tightened his jaw, shutting the laptop screen furiously.
He veered at her with aggression in his warm brown eyes and told her sarkily - "I give you enough time Pranali, but if you want me to behave like those typical husbands who would run around their wives, then sorry. You married the wrong guy because I am not like them."
"Seriously Prashant? Do you think main tumhe pura din mere aage peeche ghumne kahugi? I am not free either, I have work...but still, I wish to talk to you kyuki mujhe tumhare saath time spend karna hai, tumse baat karni hai, tum toh ab paas bhi nahi aate mere, ya toh laptop leke baith the ho ya phir game khelte ho. Aisa lagta hai you've forgotten you have a wife as well. You behave like a bachelor." Pranali answered him with annoyance fraught in her voice, and Prashant put the laptop beside him, trying to tame his anger.
"Agar main bachelor ki tarah behave karta na toh din bhar clinic me kaam nahi karta. I work hard to earn money and give a good life to you and my daughter, but tumhe sirf khud ki physical needs dikhayi deti hain." Prashant said in a stern voice while fuming in rage, and his wife sarcastically clapped for him, her tone dropping to pain as she asked him hurtfully - "Meri needs? This is all you can think, Prashant? You think I want to spend time with you because I am craving sex?"
"I didn't mean that, yaar Pranali." He said irately while shutting his eyes in irritation.
"Tumse baat karna hi bekaar hai, main hi pagal hoon jo tumhare attention ke liye fight kar rahi thi. Do whatever you want." She spoke with anguish visible in her voice, turning off the lights. Pranali rested her head on the pillow and pulled the duvet over her body. Prashant watched his wife's turned figure with immense guilt but didn't try to pacify her as he was too tired to say some good pickup lines to cool down her anger.
"I seriously have to plan a vacation with her." He thought after exhaling deeply and putting the specs inside the cream color drawer.
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